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oakwave · 9 months

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My hero -

Smut-Van palmer x reader

Warnings: football injury, mentions of blood, smut

Description: Van being all sweet n shit when reader is injured

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"EVERYONE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE PITCH" Jackie's voice bellows through the locker rooms after giving her 'we will win this' 'work as a team' speech. Everyone begins heading out of the dingy room, me and van lagging behind a bit as she pecks me on the cheek and I tell her to be safe. I always get worried when we have a game, mostly for vans safety, I mean getting balls pelted at you is no fun (in any context) and she could get seriously injured if she's not careful, not that I question her ability I know how good she is but if someone else isn't playing by the rules her skill doesn't effect her being injured. By this point van taps me on the arm, pulling me out of my thoughts "I'll be ok, I'm an amazing goalie remember" she reassures me, a smirk plastered on her lips. "Yeah I know, good luck van" I speak and she wishes me the same as we head into position.

I wait for the whistle, eyeing up our opponents. Some of these girls look fierce, still I'm sure we can win. At that moment the whistle blows, throwing me into action. Me and tai run forward blocking girls from the other team as Shauna takes the ball into possession. I run forward as Shauna passes to Jackie who passes to me, sprinting towards the goal and getting ready to pass to tai who's on my left, away from the other team, suddenly I feel myself flying forward, the ground getting closer and closer until a pain shoots through my nose and I momentarily lose the ability to breath. I roll over, my eyes meeting the soft blue of the sky, hearing a commotion around me as Lottie comes to kneel beside me "hey, hey are you okay?" She says gently, "obviously fucking not, look at her nose" Nat speaks. It's at this moment I notice the metallic taste inhibiting my senses, my hand brushes my nose creating a shock of pain and painting my hand red. "Oh hey no no don't do that!" Van speaks frantically, taking my hand, when did she get here ? It doesn't matter I'm happy she's here. I hear tai and Jackie arguing with who I assume tripped me over and coach telling Van to take my to the nurses office and our other goalie to take over for her. Van and Shauna help me up, everyone else seems to be hovering around me, do they expect me to fall AGAIN?

Van takes my arm around her shoulders and I feel her hand on my waist. "Hey baby" I say with a smile, "hi babe, you feeling ok?" She asks worriedly. "Yeah I'm fucking greeaaaaatt" I answer feeling a little dizzy and a throbbing in my head. "you're probably concussed so I'll let you have that one" she smirks at me and I grin back, the blood still dripping from my nose.

We make it to the nurses office and van stays with my while I get cleaned up and sent home, with an ice pack to hold against my face, at which point Van insists on walking me as she can't drive and she doesn't think it's safe I do, with no one else to pick me up with my parents being on a business trip I agree to her demands.

Eventually we make it back to my house, no one's home as expected and Van helps me take of my shoes and checks my nose again. "The swellings not to bad but there's a bit more dried blood, c'mon I'll clean it off for you" van says, staring at my face, before taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. "Oooo dried blood, bet I look the sexiest right now" I say sarcastically, feeling a little self conscious of how I look , I mean we've seen each other sweaty and gross from practice before but I think I probably look at least a little fucked up . We reach the sink and she starts to speak while wetting a paper towel and cleaning my face, one hand cupping my jaw and the other delicately wiping away any blood, " your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen y/n" she whispers while looking at me, I stare back at her blushing " I love you van" I whisper back, she finishes with the paper towel binning it under the sink, hand staying cupping my jaw as I reach for her face, the gap between us narrowing, her other hand finding it's way to my waist as our lips connect, pulling me in close. I push her towards the kitchen counter until her back meets it but she quickly reacts, flipping us so I'm pinned against it instead. She swipes her tongue against my lips but I refuse her entry, causing her to squeeze my hip evoking a moan from me, granting her access. I separate from her momentarily, my breath shallow "upstairs?" I say more of an order then a question and she grins nodding, pecking my lips before I take her hand and lead her to my room. Once we get there I push her on the bed and she pulls me into her lap, my hands still tangled in her hair as our lips reconnect. I feel myself getting more turned on by the second as she guides my waist back and forth over her thigh, causing me to grind myself down on her. I pull her shirt off, revealing her sports bra, before removing my own, exposing my lace bra, which she (not so subtly) stares at. "Like what you see palmer?" I question cheekily. "I'd prefer it off to be honest" she states before reigniting our kiss, hands reaching behind my back to remove the fabric. She kneads the soft skin on my chest, sending flutters straight to my core, resulting in a moan. Her hands then go lower to the waistband of my shorts, pulling them and my panties off at the same time. She flips me over so I'm laying down on the bed, taking her remaining clothes off too, making us fair. She kisses my lips, then my jaw and neck and chest all the way down to my thighs, sucking dark purple bruises on the skin there, making me squirm. I watch as she makes her way to my heat, kissing and sucking my clit, evoking a guttural moan from me. "Fuck van" "your doing so good baby" she replies coaching me through the pleasure, my hands snake their way down to her fiery hair once more. She continues her actions until my back starts to lift from the mattress, static flowing through my veins as the coil inside me snaps, Van continuing her motions until I'm finished. "Jesus Christ your amazing" I say as I pull her back up to eye level with me, planting my lips on hers, only this time I hit my nose on her cheek causing pain to radiate through my face. "Oooo hey you ok?" she asks, a familiar look of worry inhabiting her features. "Yeah no I'm ok, what a way to ruin the moment tho. I wanted to return the favour" I say sadly, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as she brought me. "Hey no it's fine honestly your injured it's my turn to take care of you, ok?" "Yeah sure, you're doing a really good job at that by the way, thank you" "yeah I know duh did you hear yourself back there all that 'fuck van!'" She says imitating my moans from earlier. "Heyyyy stop no fair" I say smiling at her, she smiles back pecking me on the lips and starting to get up. I frown at her asking where she's going and she reaches out a hand pulling me up, "c'mon we need a shower" she states pulling me up and towards the bathroom where we shower, before eating dinner and cuddling for the rest of the night.

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Hey babes, how did everyone find that? I've been reluctant to write smut as it's been a while and I don't know how good I am at it anymore. Also I didn't really want to add much attentions to vans boobs on account of liv hewson (the actor who plays Van) being non binary it felt kinda icky to draw a whole bunch of attention to that part of the character.

Planning a part two to the tensions rising oneshot 🫶🏻

Let me know how you all found it :)

#teen van #van palmer smut #van palmer x reader #van palmer #lesbian #1996 #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #liv hewson #livhewsonxreader #wlw ns/fw

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taivansupremacy · 11 months

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You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Summary: Taissa doesn't care about having the perfect love story and going on dates. She's afraid something is broken within her. (A Taissa character study pre-crash and pre-taivan)

A/N: so... i pumped this out real quickly lol i chose taylor lyrics again to link it to my Van character study. Read Van's character study here!

Taissa never understood what the big deal about dates and crushes were. As a child, her parents read her stories of happily ever afters and of princes saving princesses, but unlike her classmates, she wasn’t sure she even wanted a prince. The idea of being saved didn’t ever sound appealing to her, even as a child, so when her friends all wanted to play princesses, she volunteered herself as a prince so she wouldn’t have to be the damsel in distress. It felt so good to be the saver instead of the saved, until some of her other classmates caught on and told her exactly why she shouldn’t be playing the prince.

Even in middle and high school, Taissa was never bothered when she didn’t get asked to dances or to go on dates on the weekends. In fact, she was more bothered when she did get asked. She went on a date with a boy in 8th grade, just because all of her friends were giving her shit for being the last one to have their first kiss. She felt queasy just thinking about it, like her insides were all twisted up, but she went anyway. When he kissed her in the back of the movie theater, she didn’t hesitate to run for the bathroom and lock herself in a stall.

She wasn’t sure if she felt like sobbing or throwing up and she was absolutely positive that none of her friends felt this way after having their first kiss. She decided to table that thought for later and call her mom to come get her. She made up a story about feeling sick (it was only a half lie, really) and laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling for the whole night.

After that, she’d decided that romantic love just must not be for her. She’d lie to her friends about thinking some completely unattainable guy in their grade is cute. She turned down guys that asked her on dates and to dances, making up some excuse about being busy that night or having some kind of soccer thing to attend to. It helped her get by without too many questions, but she often wondered if she was broken.

She’d started noticing girls in her grade in the way that she thought most of her friends noticed boys when she was in 9th grade. She’d decided they were much better to look at, but only allowed herself short glances. She wasn’t quite ready to deal with what it meant yet, so she pushed those thoughts down when they arose and continued to believe that she was broken, though all her friends told her that her time would come, she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

When she moved to Wiskayok HIgh, her problems only seemed to worsen. Being the new girl meant attention, attention from teachers trying to catch her up to speed, girls trying to figure out if she’d be a friend or a threat, and boys trying to scope out the “fresh meat” in the dating pool. So Tai decided to own it. She decided to show these people she now called peers that she was smart, driven, and bold. She spoke up to answer every question that was put out there by her teachers and chose the front seat in every class. She got some sideways looks about it all, but she didn’t care or at least she tried not to look like she cared.

On her first day of soccer practice, Tai was introduced to the team as they all stood in front of her in a cluster. She’d recognized most of them from some of her classes and could tell who was friends with who just by looking at them. She vaguely remembered seeing one particular redhead, in her English class, maybe? She couldn’t help but notice the way her auburn hair shone in the sunlight and how her freckles dotted her cheeks and arms like stars in the sky. She looked away almost as soon as her eyes settled on her. The two became fast friends when the redhead made some kind of quip about one of the girls on their team being uptight and peppy, Jackie, Taissa thinks was her name.

They continued to get closer and closer as the season and school year went on. They often went straight from school or practice to get food or sat in Taissa’s bedroom to watch movies and listen to music. They’d show up and leave parties together, pair up for group projects, and lend each other annotated books with their thoughts and feelings scribbled on the pages.

The only problem was what Taissa was beginning to suspect is a crush. Of course, she’d admired girls in her grade before, but they’d never been girls that had meant anything to her. Most times, she barely uttered a word to the girls that caught her eye. She’d admired them for a second in passing before looking away and most times, she’d never see them again.

With Van, it was different. She’d gotten to study her inside and out. She knew Van’s favorite movies and why they were her favorite, she knew why she gets physically sick when she looks at peas, and how making mixtapes is her love language. She also knew how her hair looked splayed across her purple pillowcase at sleepovers. She knew how her pale red eyelashes brushed her freckles as she slept and how it felt to lay her head on Van’s chest and shoulder, a warm, freckled arm wrapped around her back. She knew Van intimately, almost as well as she knew herself.

Van made her feel what she only assumed her classmates felt with the boys they spoke of. She felt a warmth in her chest upon feeling Van’s warm hand in her own, she gets butterflies in her stomach when Van smiles that smile that she pretends is reserved for her, and she loses her breath when Van’s shirt rides up and a patch of pale, freckled skin is revealed. She tried not to think about these things when they occurred. She loved the feelings that Van elicited from her, though she wasn’t quite ready to confront them.

She continued to make up some dumb excuses when boys from school asked her out, but she found herself wishing it were Van asking her instead. She thought that would solve her problems, but she knew the real problem was within her. She wished she was as confident and bold when it came to her feelings for Van as people thought she was with everything else.

Taissa Turner thought she wasn’t interested in love, that it was overrated and ultimately not in the cards for her. She knows now that love just looks a bit different for her than it does for everyone else. She may not be ready to deal with that now, but she knows she will be one day and she hopes that Van Palmer will be the one to show her what she was missing out on.

#yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #taissa turner #van palmer #taissa loves van #van loves taissa but she doesn't know it yet #wlw fanfic #wlw #showtime #teen taissa #teen van #set in the 90s timeline pre crash #give tai a hug #no dialogue #character study

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buzzbuzzwhs · 9 months

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Is there a better way to celebrate Van Vendnesday that by reminding us all how fine Liv Hewson is?

#yellowjackets #not my tiktok #Liv hewson #teen van #nonbinary icons

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misty-caligula · 1 year

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Adult Van tho....

I’ll be honest I truly believed Van was dead, and I do not watch trailers, so it was a HUGE shock to have Van smash back into the show, but what a delightful shock that was.

#Adult Van #Teen Van #Just...Van #10/10 #yellowjackets

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2btheanswertothequestion · 1 year

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(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)

When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddie’s paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.

It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D… literally anything other than this.

"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."

"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."

"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."

"Eddie, c'mon-"

"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."

He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.

"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"

"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever after…" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."

"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."

Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."

"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."

"No."

Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-

"Eddie? Gareth?"

Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on… Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

Fuck. They can't tell her the truth – she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:

"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."

She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 – the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.

"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."

Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?

"Ooohhh…" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"

She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."

His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.

"You're annoying."

He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants – or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, and…

It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.

His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is… is…

"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.

"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."

"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."

She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.

"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"

Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!

"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"

"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.

(It better not – Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)

Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"

"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and he…"

"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."

"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.

She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."

Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) – his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him forever…

Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person… she's a hurricane crashing into a house.

"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"

Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.

"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"

"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"

Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."

Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."

"I had stuff I needed to drop off."

"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."

Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.

Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, so…" She looks at Steve, who nods.

"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?

"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we like…"

Holyshityesitis!

"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."

"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"

"I, uh…" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine – he thought he was in the green!

"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.

Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."

"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."

Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.

They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.

The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.

The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."

"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"

Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.

"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.

Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.

"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.

This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.

"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San Francisco…" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.

Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."

"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.

"Nancy and Jonathan – they're our age – are chasing scoops in Afghanistan… " Robin says.

"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.

Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."

"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."

He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice… and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.

(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)

Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.

"I figured out where I've seen you before."

Eddie stiffens.

Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"

"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actually…" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendar…"

Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.

"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"

"November," Steve confirms, muffled.

"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation… I saw you."

Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.

"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you…?' for years. Thank you so much!"

"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!

"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."

"All parents do," Lucas says.

Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"

Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."

That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.

And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whore…

All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.

Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.

The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:

"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"

"Huh?"

"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."

The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, it is," Gareth says.

"It's not," Max says.

"It is!"

"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"

She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.

Gareth swallows thickly. "It… wasn't for 2021."

"Yes, it was."

"How do you know?"

She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.

Gareth screams, "WHAT!"

"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"

She scoffs. "You know why – you've seen his pecs."

"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"

"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"

She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"

Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?

Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.

Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"

"You… don't know that…" Eddie wheezes.

Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."

"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.

Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.

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Part 4

#the entire conversation in the van - and the purpose of max's role - came to me late at night #and i was so excited i could barely sleep afterward #everything fell into place after that #steddie fic: november paramedic #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #my writing #ok so about the car:#(first off i want to admit i know nothing about cars)#in the show steve drives a bmw 733i. the car is gorgeous imo. however while luxurious at the time it's not expensive today.#so i looked up modern luxury cars and found the 30 jahre m5 - the limited edition from when bmw m5 celebrated 30yrs in 2014 #only 300 got made and only 30 were sold in the us. they were as you might imagine expensive.#so the story here is that steve got one for his 16th birthday (would've been in 2015 in this fic)#probably from a doting grandparent since i doubt his parents would've given something so expensive to a teen #fun fact: every 30 jahre m5 is colored 'frozen dark silver' (gray. they're fucking gray.)#but since it's NOT steve's car if it's not burgundy and since i've already erased covid's existence... i don't think this change matters

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last kiss

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#fanart #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanart #yellowjackets s2 #artober #drawtober #inktober #inktober2023 #yellowjackets s1 #van yellowjackets #tai yellowjackets #taissa yellowjackets #taissa turner #adult taivan #taivan #my finest hour by the sundays is so teen taivan

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invisible-pink-toast · 9 days

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the seven known survivors in yellowjackets

their adult actors in the 90s | teen characters | adult characters

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shipping-world1994 · 6 days

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No one can tell me this isn't Sterek....

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #van helsing #favorite movie #feelings

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I've definitely done this more than once

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Yellowjackets // When I Say That We Are All Teen Girls by Olivia Gatwood

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Van palmer x reader- tensions rising

Warnings: nothin just a little smooch 16+ babes

Description: enemies to lovers vibes

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hates a strong word and not something I use for just anybody but I do hate one person and that's Van palmer. Her stupid ginger hair and freckles haunt me in my dreams,not at all attractive! Making cringy movie references every time anyone says literally anything, it's sooo annoying! Not at all interesting or cute! But I deal with it for the good of the team, the only thing more annoying then vans movie references is the constant bickering when your trying to play a game of football. Of course I never start it, Van hates me as much as I hate her, if not more so. Me and Natalie are in the locker rooms getting ready to play when Van and tai start snickering as us before barging into me as they walk past, "bitch" I mumble as she moves away from us. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway, it kinda came out of no where" Natalie speaks. She's kinda right me and Van used to be friends, not even that long ago before she started acting all mean and better then me, i actually started to like her before all this, I assumed it was because she got friends with tai and I became friends with Nat so she just didn't need me anymore but really I'm not sure. "I don't even know she just hates my guts" I reply sounding slightly sadder then I meant to, i dont really want to let Nat into the labyrinth that is mine and vans relationship. "Yeah I'm sure" the blond speaks back sarcastically, looking at me curiously. " guys come on your late!" Jackie shouts through the locker room, saving me from Nats interrogation.

Everyone gathered round coach listening to him tell us about how practice was gonna run, doing a skirmish (meaning a practice game) so we get put into two groups, unfortunately me and nat got split up and she was on vans team, meanwhile tai was on mine. We all got into position and coach martinez blew the whistle. We'd played for a while when I got the ball I'm on attack so I ran with it getting into the box and getting ready to strike, I pretended to kick the ball one way, leading to van leaping towards that side, before moving and hitting it in the other side of the net, successfully scoring! Everyone on my team ran towards me and cheered whilst tai rolled her eyes and Nat smiled at me. It was all going great until a certain redhead started screaming about how I'm a "fucking cheat" and cant play soccer. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me but come on she's been bitching all day, I walked over to her before saying "god sore looser much?" To the very angry goalie. She started toward me "oh yeah well at least I'm not the one who cries whenever she gets out on a team without her fuck buddy" she screams, making me confused as Nat and Lottie came between us, coach blowing the whistle loudly to get our attention. "Y/l/N, PALMER GO GET CHANGED YOU'RE DONE FOR THE DAY UNTIL YOU CAN WORK AS A TEAM" he booms.

I sigh before heading towards the locker rooms, Van trailing behind me. When we get through the doors I can't help but ask "what did you mean back there about the fuck buddy thing?" I question directed at the red head sat on the bench. "Oh what you think no one can see what's going on between you and Nat" she spits. "Huh?" I say starting to giggle, does she think there's something going on between me and Nat? "We're just friends, honestly" I say. " and for the record I don't cry when we get put on different teams, I just don't like being put on a team with people who hate me with no backup". She looks up at me, now it's her turn to question " your seriously just friends? And what do you mean people who don't like you, has someone said something?" she starts becoming almost protective. "Yeah you Van, and taissa. You've both been pretty mean to me you know". "Yeah well you haven't exactly been the easiest to deal with either", now I can't really argue with that. " okay fair, what even happened to us, we used to be like best friends" I say, feeling a little sad that the girl whom I not only loved as a friend but I really started to like more then that. " I didn't think you like me anymore and to be fair you did kinda replace me with Nat" "not really you kinda replaced me with tai, and anyway didn't you think Nat and i where dating or even just fucking, can I not be friends with you and someone else, or better yet fuck someone else; that's not even interfering with us or our dynamic" i state laughing a little, did she really think I was replacing her?. She stares at the ground before opening her mouth "y/n" she whispers, "Van" I whisper back smiling at her before realising she's being serious. She stands and come closer to me. "I couldn't be friends and think you where messing around with someone else, I got jealous I'm sorry. I started being mean to you because of it and that wasn't fair." She stops and I start to take everything she just said in "I get it if your mad I should've just told you I liked you or kept my feelings to myself and dealt with them this wasn't on you" she finishes. "Van I-I like you too, I was mean to you in retaliation, I didn't want to like you when you where being all sucky" a smile creeps up on her face, "I was kinda sucky huh", "oh absolutely" I state giggling at her. She comes closer to me and holds my waist, I look up at her, resting my hands on her shoulders. " how about we try this again?" She says smirking, "I'd love that I say"closing the gap between us, her soft lips meeting mine. We walk backwards a bit until my back meets the cold metal of the lockers, making me sigh a bit, our lips never leaving each other. Vans hands start to explore my body, untucking my shirt before making their way up my rib cage and meeting my bra. I tangle my hands in her hair, making her groan. "AND here I was thinking you two hated each other" jackie shouts down the locker room, alerting us of her presence and making us pull apart (reluctantly). I wipe my mouth quickly, Van doing the same, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Coach sent me here to make sure you two hadn't torn each other apart, looks like I got here just in time thought right?" "Okayyy enough" van replies going red herself. "Anyway now you've put aside your differences and seem to finally be 'working as a team'" she states using air quotes, " you can come to the last half an hour" Jackie finishes. "Cooool" I say, secretly wishing me and Van could finish what we started. And begin to follow her to the pitch, Van right behind me, both still red, exchanging a final glance.

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Helllloooooo, this one's a little spicier then the last. Let me know you're thoughts requests are open!!! <3.

Part 2 here

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